How many Gigs?on this screen,you read my wordsi type only truthwhy should i lie?lets put your heartdownload it to a computerhow many Gigs do i get?do i even get but one?or am i not even worth thatjust saved downin the temporary memorie?soon to be deleatedhow many Gigs do you have?as many as you wantyou can have all of them,the Gigabytes of my digital heartevery one, take it allevery bit of storageevery bit of memoryall the roomi gave you allall of these little Gigshow many do i get?i dont care, i really dontill still give you allall of mineeven if, i get noneim just to be "deleated"
Pixled Heartsone zero one zeroi am not a machineone zero here i ammore than pixleson your screenyou read my wordsone zero one zerothats how they really arejust simple one's and O'sanother languagechanged into our ownso you read meread my wordsread what i want to sayi want to see you thoughbut for now, im just pixleslittle pixlesacross your screendo they really mean anything?or are they just lightsbehind a plastic filmlittle computer generatedthings, that form wordsdo the words mean a thing?
Pixle Girlsimple wordstyped out on your screenyou dont know mebut its nice to talkyou dont know my facebut ive become addicted to youyou, a pixle boyim just another pixle girlwho knows how far awaybut i am a real girlnot just little pixlesglowing bright apon that screendo you wish to really know me?or just chat chat chati want to know youfor who you arenot for the pixles on my screenbut i want to know youthe flesh that is createingthose little pixlesjust a little pixle girlinexperanced in the ways of menyou a pixle boywho stole my digitaland my realmy oh so real and tenderheart
Expresionpixles or paintcharcoal or graphitewe all expressdiffrent wayspictures or drawingscanvas or papereach has its own wayhelping us expresssmoothe jaggedairbrush or paint,each makes a pictureworth a thousand wordsor maybe just oneto the artistwhom created itjust oneexpressionssimple jesturesthat can meanso much
Online heartsthe words you say,those you typeThey've got my heartlike a fish on a hookhow did you do it?Oh how I did tryto resist your loveingyour messages of kindnessbut you got to meyou kindness, like noneI've ever had beforeso wonderfulI do beleive youthat you really share thesethese feelingsmy heart now is yoursI'll never give anyoneelse my affectionother than you of corsejust you just youdont leave me, everthe space between usdoes not matteronly the feelings of the heartmiles and feet are just numbersone can be farbut also near,space cannot quench ones love
Ice Timerushing rushing you go so fastyour skates glideing the ice so smoothe and hardspeeding down the rinkthe puck, held infront of youbarly noticable on the bladeyour stick, working like an extencionyou know it wellhome ice, where you belongyou know every crevece and bendthe boards work so wellthey try to steel ityou turn, twist around themthey wont take it awayyour moment, your face offjust you and the goaliethey wont take away this timeyour time to shineyou draw back, ready to release itand shootit flys, the goalie reaching upgo in go in! you thinkthe puck glides over the glovebounceing off the net behindjoy and admeration come from your teamyou smile, proud of yourselfyour parents cheer and aploudyou made a goal